Heavenly Dao Formula

"Really? The Bureau said that His Highness was only slightly injured."

"Who did you listen to, this matter can't be made up!"

In a corner of the teahouse, several tea guests were discussing the matter in low voices, although their voices were not loud, they were all heard by Mr. Chen next door. He put down his teacup and frowned slightly.

Ever since he was awakened by Mr. Chi's singing with a stick, he looked back on what he had done in the past twenty years, except for being admitted as a scholar, none of them could get on the stage. And this fame was already six years ago, but his ability seems to be retreating as he grows older. It wasn't until he thought about it seriously that he broke out in a cold sweat.

If he didn't have the help of his family, how could he be better than those he despised?

After that, Mr. Chen calmed down, bought all the books in the school at his own expense, and devoted himself to studying for more than a month. Not only him, but even Mr. Lu and the others changed their temperament, and never went to the brothel with him again.

Until a few days ago, the Bureau of Affairs announced a new plan to expand the recruitment of reserve officials, which further relaxed the restrictions on identity, including former scholars who can also sign up for interviews.

To Mr. Chen, this was nothing short of a pleasant surprise.

He just ended the retreat and started to prepare for the registration.

It is for this reason that he feels displeased when he hears the chatter of tea guests—Princess Guangping is the cornerstone for Jinxia to be independent from Shangyuan City. Running water? What's more, after reading those seemingly simple "introductory books", Chen Gongzi has realized that this new regime is not simple. It only looks immature on the surface, but the inner things are unimaginably mature.

As long as it takes time, it will surely grow into a towering tree.

Therefore, the flag of the princess is very important.

"Of course I didn't make it up! In fact, the person who said this was the Jinzhou prisoner who had fought against the Jinxia Army." The man who brought up the topic pretended to be mysterious, "They worked with me in my fish dissection factory. I talked, and I saw it with my own eyes!"

"You mean, they were not far from Her Royal Highness at that time?"

"That's right, the one who hurt His Highness is obviously not an ordinary person, or no different from a monster. Although the princess killed the opponent in the end, she was also seriously injured. It seems that even her chest was pierced."

Everyone couldn't help taking a breath.

"This... I'm afraid I won't survive?"

"Don't forget that His Highness is a person who is sensitive, and the rescue alchemist is watching, this kind of injury should not be as serious as you said..."

"Tsk, if only that's the case." The man slapped his thigh and said, "The problem is that the person who hurt her used evil power. I heard that kind of injury can't be healed by ordinary magic at all."

It became more and more exaggerated, Mr. Chen couldn't help but took a picture of the teacup and jumped up.

This kind of rhetoric is completely different from the public announcement of the Bureau of Affairs. If it is spread, it will inevitably cause a wave of disturbance. Don't they know that what Jinxia needs most now is a stable development time?

Just as he was about to reprimand the tea guests, there was a sudden commotion outside the teahouse.

More and more people moved closer to the window.

"What's the matter, what happened?"

"It's the princess, Her Royal Highness is coming!"

"real or fake!?"

"Look over there, it seems to be Princess Quang Binh!"

Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he squeezed to the window in three steps at a time, and leaned over to look at the street below——

I saw a group of people walking slowly through the street.

The two leaders among them are Her Royal Highness and Xia Fucheng!

In the past, the princess often appeared in markets, seaports and other places, and the common people were quite familiar with this Jinxia master. Now that she saw her again, she was almost the same as before, with a faint smile on her face, and from time to time, she was very familiar with her. The important ministers around him chatted a few words, and seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

"Your Highness, please take care of yourself, everyone is very worried about you!" Suddenly a shout came from the crowd.

This sentence caused everyone to respond one after another.

"Thank you, I made everyone worry." Ning Wanjun also smiled and waved to the people on the street, "This little injury is nothing to me, and now it's nothing serious!"

Cheers erupted from both sides of the street.

"Is this what you said about the serious injury through the chest?"

"Boss Jiang, it turns out that you are such a person. I misread you."

The group of tea drinkers also came to their senses, and unanimously cast contemptuous glances at the perpetrators—this was not only to express their position, but also to protect themselves from the rumor spreaders.

After all, other gossip is nothing more than gossip, no one will care if it is true or false, but if it is related to the royal family, if it is too outrageous, it may attract backlash.

Boss Jiang's complexion was pale, and he was speechless for a long time.

Mr. Chen let out a long breath.

As long as Ning Wanjun shows up in Jinxia, ​​such rumors will be self-defeating, and he can continue to prepare for the interview with peace of mind.

Amid the crowd's cheers, the princess and her party crossed the long street and entered the compound of the General Affairs Bureau.

...

"Is that all right?"

After the gate closed, Ning Qianshi took off the guard's helmet and looked at Xia Fandao.

The goal of the latter stays on the person in the painting—whether it is visual or tactile, it is exactly the same as Ning Wanjun, because it needs to be powered by Qi, even in Luo Qingqing's eyes, it is also a veritable "Qi Sensing" By". The only difference is that it doesn't have the slightest self-awareness, it's just an empty shell that can be manipulated by the caster.

"Yes, you have fulfilled the agreement, and you are no longer Jin Xia's prisoner." After a while, Xia Fan looked away.

It's a pity that the people in the painting can't be too far away from Ning Qianshi, otherwise they will stop acting. At the same time, Ning Qianshi couldn't drive the person in the painting for a long time. The large amount of energy consumed and the highly concentrated spirit were a burden to the body, and three or four hours a day was the limit.

Baizhan used the evil technique to control the person in the painting, and even turned him into an individual that can move on his own, but that is a taboo technique that no one understands, and there is basically no possibility of recurrence.

"Where are you going next?"

"I don't know, I will go wherever there is hope of rescuing the Tianshu envoy. Even if it is Jiuyou Difu, I am willing to break into it." Ning Qianshi replied.

Although it was a slim matter, there was no hesitation in his tone.

"Okay, I will prepare a carriage for you to load the soul casting box, and you can also call your colleagues from the past—if they are willing to follow you."

Ning Qianshi showed a little surprised expression, but finally shook his head, "The original intention of those people has not changed. It is their business to stay here and help Jinxia create a better world." He paused for a moment, " I heard that you really don't plan to replace Ning Wanjun? To be honest... I actually don't dislike you doing this, the Privy Council... or in other words, in a world ruled by alchemists, it doesn't matter whether you have royal blood or not."

"I don't want to do such troublesome things." Xia Fan shrugged, "If you are entangled in government affairs all day, how can you have time to explore the mysteries of alchemy?"

Ning Qianshi looked at him for a long time before showing a relieved expression, "Now I finally know why Third Sister trusts you so much."

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands and saluted, "Farewell, there will be a period later."

"There will be a period later."

Xia Fan returned a salute, then watched the other party leave the lobby.

Before he could sit down at the desk, there was a knock on the door. "Master Fu Cheng, Lord Gan wants to see you."

"Let him in." Xia Fan replied.

The door opened, and the Yuyi Envoy strode in. With his thick arms propped up in front of the table, he leaned over and pressed Xia Fan, "I heard that you are leaving Jinxia!?"